======== Message-ID: <094302Z02031996@anon.penet.fi> Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.fibr.net!imci4!imci3!imci2!news.internetMCI.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news-feed.iguide.com!uunet!in2.uu.net!nntp.inet.fi!news.funet.fi!news.csc.fi!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an282402@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an282402@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 2 Mar 1996 09:35:57 UTC Subject: Beyond Expectations [wife, group fun] [1/3] Lines: 261 Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:136971 Beyond Expectations by Morpheus Christy and Mike had always been the kind to, shall we say, run where others fear to tread. There are some people - haven't we all known a few? - who seem to be able to get away with a certain kind of outrageousness that would look tasteless and annoying if some of us other mere mortals were to dare attempt it. And Christy and Mike were clearly such a couple. I think ingenuous is close to the perfect way to describe them. So when they announced that their cohabitation was about to turn legal, it almost seemed uncharacteristically conventional. Still all of us, their friends - and there were plenty of us; they are a most sociable couple - were delighted to hear of it. Well, you never heard of a wedding without a bachelor party, have you, along with a matching bachelorette fling for the bride? I couldn't help but look forward to Mike's soiree; I knew I could count on it being a doozy, and I knew my wife, Shelly, would be having quite a time at Christy's bash. But, as always, they had a surprise in store for us. No such conventional thinking, said they; instead they were planning a combined party! Somehow that seemed to defeat the whole idea; weren't these evenings of craziness meant to celebrate the bride and groom's waning hours of freedom? But that's how they wanted it, so that's how it would happen. It would certainly be a unique experience, I knew; but then again, practically anything that involved Christy and Mike seemed to be just that way. I noticed a vague sense of disappointment welling up inside me. It seemed inevitable that the shucking of inhibitions that has always been the hallmark of bachelor/bachelorette parties would be severely hampered by the presence of spouses and other mates. Instead of the uncommonly wild evenings that I had anticipated, it seemed that this would be fun but nevertheless subdued. Well, what the heck? We'll still have a good time no matter what, I concluded, and Shelly felt the same. I think she was a bit disappointed too; she'd been to a few of our other friends' bachelorette parties and they had certainly not lacked for excitement! Now, Shelly and I have what we consider to be an especially strong marriage. Jealousy and lack of trust have no part in our relationship, and that makes for a warm, comfortable life together. We had never done anything that wouldn't be considered by most people to be fairly typical, but from time to time I had shared a few daydreams about pushing the envelope a little, and Shelly had found them rather interesting, though it seemed clear that they would never advance beyond imagination. It wasn't hard to come up with these fantasies; Shelly is exceptionally attractive at 28, with the kind of soft, feminine looks and wonderfully proportioned body that men have killed for in times past - and some still do. Whenever we would go out for dinner or dancing and she'd wear one of her flattering, provocative dresses, or when we'd head for the beach and I'd see her in a swimsuit, I always swelled up with pride - sometimes not just inside. ***** The night of the party had arrived. As I donned my chosen semi-formal garb, Shelly mentioned that Christy and Mike had asked everyone coming to dress up as revealingly and provocatively as they dared. I liked that idea; maybe this wouldn't be as sedate as I had feared. I immediately suggested the one dress that Shelly always considered too racy for public view: an off-the-shoulder style with a light, frilly band across the top and a hidden drawstring in the back to hold it up. It plunged deeply and enticingly in the front and the sides were cleverly cut as well, and there was plenty of Shelly's 37C's showing whenever she wore it. It ended just above the knee, flaring out from her slim waist and over her perfectly-proportioned hips, transforming my lovely wife into the very epitome of feminine allure. Despite Christy's request Shelly was reluctant to wear it; she knew there would be people there that we know and she didn't want to offend them. And, quite simply, she felt shy about showing that much. It took a few minutes of gentle encouragement on my part to persuade her to go ahead and wear it. I reminded her that everyone else had gotten the same request; they would also be choosing their hottest outfits and it was pretty unlikely that anyone would look askance at her for wearing this one. So she finally relented, and I was delighted when she did. I wasn't sure what I could do to accommodate their request, but I changed into a set of bikini underwear, just for the heck of it. When we arrived, it was plain to see that everyone else there had taken Christy and Mike's request very much to heart; I had never seen so many women in ultra-sexy outfits as I did this night. There were many people there we didn't know but plenty of others that we did: Linda and Dave, attorneys by day and aerobics instructors at a nearby gym in the evening; Sarita and Jorge, very proud to have recently gotten U.S. citizenship; Patti, a senior at UCSD majoring in English Lit (she knows just about everything there is to know about literature written during the Renaissance), Marie and Roy, almost newlyweds themselves; and Lisa and Don, proof positive that people can be stunningly attractive even when they're pushing 40. And here was a shocker: with them was their 19-year-old daughter, Brianna! I couldn't quite figure out why that seemed so strange; I guess the idea of parents and daughter at a party like this that is guaranteed to be bordering on insanity seemed distinctly out of the ordinary, but what the heck? Brianna was only a few years younger than the hosts of this party and if her parents were coming, why not she? Just looking around I could see - not just see, but sense - that everyone there didn't just look sexy; they *were* sexy! Obviously Christy and Mike had made a point of inviting only people like us to this party, people who were open to the possibility of some wild adventures and not likely to be bothered by whatever may happen. Funny, but the people we knew there had always seemed to be typical, average American folks, the kind you assume to be conventional, reserved and proper, and to look around the room and see how transformed they all were was a sweet, exciting shock. And I knew they were experiencing the same reaction to us; no doubt they never imagined that Shelly would ever reveal so much of her sweet, seductive body as she was just then. And it didn't stop there. The very atmosphere seemed saturated with sensual electricity and Shelly had gotten her share of it. All the apprehension that had made her reluctant to wear the dress had evaporated; as we moved about the room to chat with our various friends I could see her smiling confidently and her walk had a sway in her hips that practically shouted the sensuality she was feeling. Her full breasts were undulating too, in a way that caught plenty of pleased stares from the other men there. Her nipples had hardened with the excitement growing within her and were leading the way before her with unabashed prominence, and I could feel a thrill just seeing her, one different from any I had felt before. It seemed that everyone there was of like mind; every one of the women seemed to be making subtle efforts to demonstrate her sex appeal and exploit the already powerful effect that their various choices in sexy attire had wrought. I eventually notice a number of younger people there that I didn't know; we later learned that they were friends of Brianna's. This group was not dressed in the kind of semi-formal outfits the rest of us were wearing; their choice in sexy outfits ran toward tight jeans and T-shirts for the girls and glossy Spandex pants and open shirts for the guys. Brianna herself was similarly attired and her youthful beauty had a dynamite effect. It was almost to be expected that all the girls' breasts would be at least dimly visible through their tops and their nipples would show through prominently. The boys seemed to be especially eager to get rambunctious; a few times I had seen one of them sneak a quick feel of his girlfriend's breast and get a mild rebuke in return. Shelly and I just smiled. Christy and Mike had borrowed a number of lounge-type tables and chairs for the party and arranged them about the spacious living room. The corner by the kitchen door was lighted to form a makeshift stage. Soon we heard Mike clapping his hands for attention. "Everyone, Christy and I are so glad you could all make it, " he announced. "As you know, this is pretty unusual, to combine a bachelor and bachelorette party. But we decided that all of you whom we invited were open and uninhibited enough that you could all have the same fun as you could at the more traditional kind, and that you might find it actually to be even more exciting to see your mates kicking up their heels. You know that we made sure that all the couples here were not shy or jealous types, and while we don't insist that everyone should get into everything that might transpire, we think that you'll all enjoy what happens, and that whenever you feel inclined to jump into the action in some way, you're very free to do so." This was sounding better all the time. My palms were getting sweaty with the excitement of considering the possibilities, and Shelly's were doing the same. We continued to watch from our table. "First," Mike continued, dramatically, "let me introduce the light of my life, the glowing beacon of my future, the one I shall cherish forever - my lovely fiancee, Christy!" It was only natural to applaud such an introduction, and sure enough, out came Christy. It came as no surprise that she certainly didn't exclude herself when she asked us all to dress sexy; she was wearing a white, stretchy mini-dress, low-cut, clingy and semi-transparent. Her breasts showed even more plainly than those of the young girls over on the sofa, and her nipples were obscured only enough to be enticing. There was even a dim impression of the dark patch of her pubic hair through the thin fabric. Mike and Christy being the kind of people they were, I had seen her rather revealingly dressed before, particularly in some of her swimsuits. But this went far beyond what I had ever seen of her before, or ever expected to. As we continued applauding she smiled and turned about like a model at a Paris fashion show, giving us a view from all sides. The dress clung tightly to her ass cheeks, showing every ripple of their movement as she continued to turn. "Whaddya think, guys? Is that one gorgeous lady or what?!" Mike almost shouted. We all loudly affirmed our agreement. When the applause had subsided, Mike continued, playing the part of the typical emcee with enthusiasm. "You never heard of a bachelor party without a stripper, right? Well, we can't disappoint the guys, now can we? Let me introduce the sweet, sexy Cheryl!" From the kitchen door there stepped the woman every man has dreamed of at one time or another. Mike and Christy had positioned themselves on opposite sides of the area used for a stage and at the right moment, each turned on a spotlight they had borrowed from somewhere. The effect of a lounge act was quite convincing, only this was even better, more close and personal, and in the light Cheryl was positively stunning. She was in a short, white dress and a top that laced in the front. As she went into her moves, I could tell she was not doing what you tend to think of as a striptease act. Her smile seemed more genuine; her movements more graceful and seductive than I had ever seen in an act like this (and yes; I've seen more than a few!). It seemed that, despite the audience, she was actually dancing for someone in particular, the special man in her life, and there was a deep, earnest quality to her dance that was uniquely exciting. After setting her body in motion with well-practiced skill, she removed the belt around her waist and allowed the dress to open, showing more of her gorgeous legs. Swaying and turning, she expertly teased us with her dress, several times almost but not quite giving us a glimpse of what she had under it. Once she had brought all of us guys to a rapid boil, she finally began tugging at the laces of her top. It began opening slowly, remaining draped over her beautifully-formed breasts. At the perfect moment in the music, she began twisting her chest back and forth, allowing the sway of her breasts to push the top open. Smoothly, seductively, she let the top slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor as she modeled her shapely breasts for us. All of us, the ladies included, were smiling and clapping with the music, urging her on. She continued to tantalize us, toying with the waistband of her dress. Then she opened what was apparently a Velcro fastener and her dress was then held in place only by the roundness of her hips. For a few seconds she carefully allowed it to remain in place, and then she gave her hips a shake and the dress fell to the floor. She was wearing a pair of ultra-brief panties, but you could see that she had something else on beneath them. She took only a few moments before slowly removing them, revealing the garment she had underneath. It was only a tiny patch of transparent fabric, with only strings in the back. She turned and bent forward to tease us with her ass before turning back toward us. Her dark pubic hair was barely hidden at all by the G-string, and I wondered if she would stop at that. But this being a private party, there were no laws about public nudity to worry about. Before long she began tugging at the elastic of her last remaining clothing, then finally sliding it off and standing before us completely nude, smiling as her dance came to a close. We applauded enthusiastically and for a long time. She seemed truly pleased; she didn't at all fit the stereotype of the jaded stripper mechanically going through the motions time after time. When our applause had died down, she disappeared back into the kitchen door, fetchingly blowing us a kiss just as she passed through. 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